Friday, May 29, 2009

I remember the 5 pregnancy tests I took to confirm that I was about to

give birth to a human being.

Total and utter shock when they came back positive every time.

The first time that I saw his perfect little face I was overwhelmed with raw emotions of love, joy, excitement, and shear exhaustion. I recall kissing his newborn face and his instant pout.I knew then that Ethan already entered the world with his own personality.

He was cute and so well behaved and always happy.

He could not rest unless it was in his swing with his Boa (the fuzzy thing). He used his swing until he was 2 and his feet were dragging on the floor.

That's when we had to take it away from him.

For his 2ND Birthday we purchased him the train table above and a bunch of

Thomas Trains. He knew all their names regardless of the ones that were all the same color.He could distinguish between the expression on the trains faces and their numbers.

We had Thomas trains, Thomas toys, Thomas pillows, Thomas T-Shirts, and even went to see Thomas in person!

Ethan loved the snow! This was his first experience with Breckenridge and he LOVED it!

He no longer has trouble getting on and off a swing!

Brothers for life!Ethan brought Lance to me from the Nurseryand he still, 'til this day tells me that he gave Lance to me.

Now he is 6 and wants to become a Marine Biologist, likes a girl in school named Lily,rides a two wheel bike, can read by himself, is sarcastic like his parents, and has four loose teeth.

I look at him and my eyes fill up with tears because I know in the blink of an eye he will be heading off to college. But for now I am going to hold on tight and love him with every ounce of my being!

2 comments:

Happy Birthday big boy!! I can SO relate to this. Maile is going to turn six in October and I just don't know where the time went. There was a time where I could not FATHOM her at six years old...and now here she is. :) They're so much fun right now!

Future Good Deed

Four years ago, I was inspired by an entire elementary school who rallied together to grow their hair out for Locks Of Love.

These 6th graders grew their hair for over a year and then cut it all off the same day. We were blessed to have Kurt be one of the hairdressers that day. I will never forget the teacher who had grown her hair out for 30 years. She only had it trimmed once in a blue moon, and it had grown past her waist. She too was so moved that she chopped it off at that moment. The entire auditorium applauded and cheered for her. It moved us all to tears. Combined there were 1300 inches of hair donated.

I have lost several people to cancer, one of them being my wonderful mom, Florence. This weekend I decided that I will grow my hair out and donate it to Locks of Love. I would love it if I can motivate some of you to take on this mission with me. We have the ability to raise a patient's self- esteem with this simple gesture of kindness.